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No One's POV
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The Hall of the Gods is quiet, just like last time. What do they want? They want me to do something for them. I look at every one of the gods, ignoring Poseidon. I breathe in and out. I'm the No One not that useless, unwanted man that was thrown in. I bow.

"M'lady how may I help you?" I say to Hestia the only helpful person on this gods forsaken building. Someone speaks but my ears are ringing, the only one I want to hear is Hestia. Hestia is my savior, and the others deserve to die. They can't make a good decision to save the world.

"Hey," Hestia says and I look up. "Take off your hood, please." She looks sad and is back in her 8 year old self. "Of course." I stand up and pull off my hood. I've changed my hair color to gray. People would recognize my hair if I cut it the same so I stopped cutting it, it now forms a small ponytail at the nape of my neck.
And my eyes to a bold red aand orange, just like My Lady. I used to love but now despise my sea green eyes. The others look at my mask, my wonderful, featureless, pure white mask that covers my face. The face that everyone hates, My Lady banned me from killing myself. And I, of course, will always follow My Lady's orders.

Someone speaks but my eyes are on Hestia. "Listen to everyone else, it's the only way to get this conversation moving forward. And tell them your name." Several voices come in all at once. Those awful voices. "Hey pussy are you gonna talk?" I form a throwing star out of water front the air and solidify it while throwing it. It lands a centimeter from Ares neck. The gods looked shocked and stop talking. "I do talk, but your 3000 year old baby's won't shut the fuck up." Someone's behind me grabbing my swords I spin around and stab Apollo in the neck. He falls on the floor. He moves his hand to his neck and heals himself. He gets up, flustered, and teleports to his chair.

I look back to the Council. "My name is No One. And it's a pleasure to meet you all. The dipshits who can't make a good decision to save your asses." The other gods begin to argue but I mearly look at them and they shut up quick. "No One?" Athena asks "What kind of name is that?" I look to Hestia and back to her before answering. "What kind of name is Dionysus, hades, or any other name on the council? It's a fucking name. I'd hate to be called an it, I chose it for myself after following My Lady."

"Who is your lady? Who do you serve?" Zeus asks obviously mad at me. I seem to have that effect on people. "My Lady is Lady Hestia. Goddess of the hearth. I'm part of a group similar to Lady Artemis's hunters. We are a group of demigods who follow My lady and bring demigods to camp or just serve her in general." I say looking him directly in the eye.

The mask has no visible eye holes, but I can clearly see all around me. The mask also follows the shape of my jaw making eating easier though I barely do that anyway. "But I should introduce some of them. Now you half wits, understand that if the children want to leave they leave of their own free will." I point to Cara, the youngest one I have at 7 years old. "Cara, a child of Demeter, stays and camp some of the time. She loves her mother dearly but follows Hestia as she has a more active role in their childhood." The gods shift uncomfortably in their thrones. These all holy babies in a trench coat can't bother to help the children in any way.

"Skye was the first child I took under my care, and is a child of Hades." I look at the latter. He stares back. Not moving my eyes I continue. "Hale is a son of Khione, She comes to our campsite and has trained Hale and myself in ice control. Cane is a child of Hephaestus, and is one of a few ever to have the ability to control fire. He's incredibly bright and is one of the reasons you people can't find our camp." Several gods looked shocked at this fact for one reason or another.

"Max is a child of an unknown parent. You lot sleep across the country. So I'll assume Max is one of yours." Max is very handsome but has a temper and is good at everything I've given him. I just can't figure it out. The only thing I've found is he's not a child of Poseidon, because he gets wet in the water.

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